Page 6 of Charmed By You
Elliot’s dark eyes had already gone glassy but he still somehow managed to keep the sneer to his voice, “You like the tats huh? I don’t imagine you’ve got any, old man. But that’s okay, it’s kind of a thing for the younger generation.”
Henry looped a finger through the left nipple ring and tugged. Elliot’s hands stuttered and his eyes closed on a low moan. Henry liked that sound. His cock twitched with anticipation. He wanted to hear every sound Elliot could make, wanted to draw every moan and grunt of pleasure that he could out of him. He tugged again and earned a hiss this time.
“Like these. A lot.”
“Hmm, you like my holes? Shocking.”
He pulled harder and Elliot cursed, his gaze snapping up to Henry’s who only smirked, “I think I finally found a way to control that smart mouth of yours. Stop teasing me and get on the bed, Elliot.”
“No.” Dark eyes narrowed and Henry’s eyebrows rose.
“No?”
“No.” Elliot repeated as he finally succeeded in shoving Henry’s shirt off, his hands instantly going to the button of his slacks, “You like my mouth. Admit it.”
“Elliot.” He fisted his hand in the other man’s hair and drew him forward until they were sharing air, “I fucking love your mouth. It’s sexy as hell, just like the rest of you. But as you’re keen on reminding me, I’m not as young as you are and it’s been a while. I’m going to come and I want to be inside you when I do. So get, on, the fucking, bed, now.”
The younger man trembled slightly and his dark eyes darted over Henry’s face quickly. He didn’t know what Elliot was looking for there. Whatever it was, he must have found it because he closed the small distance between their lips, pressing a sweet, chaste kiss there and then pulling away. Henry let him go despite the desperate urge to hold him close and watched as Elliot stepped back and then around him. He went to the bed, unbuttoning his pants and kicking off his shoes as he crossed the large room.
Henry watched him and felt a flood of emotion that he hadn’t expected. Warmth settled deep in his chest as Elliot shot a look over his shoulder and smirked before dropping his pants. He was gorgeous, there was no denying that, but the way he responded to Henry, the way it felt when their mouths were joined, made this feel like more than a hook-up.
There was a connection there, between them, something primal and natural and it scared the hell out of him.
Henry shook himself to get out of his own head. He had a beautiful man waiting for him on a luxurious bed. Now wasn’t the time for reflection, it was time for action.
With his gaze on Elliot, he moved around the room. Dark eyes followed him as he went to his bag and retrieved the travel shaving kit he kept there. Inside he found what he was looking for, a small pack of condoms nearing their expiration date and some lube. When he turned back to the bed with the items in his hand, he groaned at the sight before him.
Elliot was laid out like a piece of art. His long body draped across the plush mattress. His eyes had drifted shut and his mouth was open on a panting breath. His lips were red from Henry’s kisses but that wasn’t what caught his attention.
That thin, colorfully colored chest was rising and falling rapidly as Elliot stroked his cock with one hand and worked his hole open with the other. His biceps and forearms flexed with the motion and his hips rocked, pushing his dick up into his fist and then back against his invading fingers. Elliot moaned softly and his dark eyes flickered open, landing on Henry with so much heat he felt like he was burning alive.
His throat went dry and he licked his lips. He wanted to tell Elliot to stop. Some new demanding possessive streak inside him shouted that he should be the one stroking that beautiful cock. He should be the one teasing that sexy hole open. Only his hands, only his mouth, only his cock. Only him, ever. Except he knew how completely irrational that was so he kept his mouth closed as he crossed the room back to the bed and back to Elliot.
He tossed the supplies onto the comforter as he climbed up over the other man. He couldn’t help himself. He pressed a kiss to the inside of Elliot’s knee before he wrapped his arm around the pale thigh and readjusted him. Henry notched himself between Elliot’s spread legs and pressed another kiss to his hip.
Elliot’s hand stuttered over his cock as Henry nuzzled at his groin and when he licked along the length of him he cursed, “Fuck.”
“Mmm.” He hummed his approval as his senses soared and he forced himself to continue up, kissing and tonguing those seductive nipple rings before rising up over Elliot, “Love the way you taste.”
Elliot squirmed, “I want to taste you too.”
“Not now. Just thinking about that beautiful mouth of yours around my cock is threatening to make me come. Next time.”
“Next time?” Elliot’s eyes widened slightly as they darted over Henry’s face again and something painful squeezed in his chest at the hope the other man couldn’t manage to hide.
He shifted so he could hold himself up with one arm and stroked Elliot’s cheek with his other, “Do you think once could ever be enough?”
There was no smartass remark this time. No attitude or teasing. Elliot met his gaze and Henry watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard before answering in a soft voice.
“No. Not nearly enough.”
“So next time.” Henry smiled and nuzzled their lips together, “Next time you can show me all the things that pretty mouth can do. Right now, I need to fuck you, Ell.”
The other man made a strangled noise but nodded, “Yes. Fuck me, Henry. Please.”
“Are you ready for me?”
Elliot nodded quickly.
